Like Black Hulks The Shadows Of The

Sweet April! Many A Thought Is Wedded Unto Thee, As Hearts Are Wed; Nor Shall They Fail, Till, To Its Autumn Brought, Life's Golden Fruit Is Shed.

There In Seclusion And Remote From Men The Wizard Hand Lies Cold, Which At Its Topmost Speed Let Fall The Pen, And Left The Tale Half Told. Ah! Who Shall Lift That Wand Of Magic Power, And The Lost Clew Regain? The Unfinished Window In Aladdin's Tower Unfinished Must Remain!

A Life That Is Worth Writing At All Is Worth Writing Minutely.

Only A Look And A Voice; Then Darkness Again And Silence.

Sometimes We May Learn More From A Man's Errors, Than From His Virtues.